Loneliness is the prison of the human spirit. When we are lonely, we pace back and forth in small, shut-in worlds.
We're getting used to reality and fantasy passing into each other. Much of the border between them has been erased.
We can't write a serious novel in the 21st century without acknowledging the inescapable self-awareness we're stuck with. The idea we're surrounded by falsehoods and lies. It's hard for the thinking person to believe in narratives. And yet we want some place to invest our belief.
I just write what I want to read, and sometimes keeping it interesting means adding one more element that ends up adding another year to the work.
I love poetry, read it a lot, but make no claim to being able to write it.
The idea that language can be recombined to create new forms, new things, is of course very old in poetry.
Absurdity isn't quite so absurd as it once was.
I got a head full of headaches, a heart that's full of woes. I'm constantly singin' them down home blues, and not many people knows That leaves me with a twisted view of the whole wide world as I know it. . . And I guess I got no choice but to be a poet.
Yes, I was going to law school and it was closed in '69.
Some say Hollywood movies that are made about boxing are just metaphors for other things, I think I've made one that's actually about boxing and not a metaphor.
I will be sof brief, I have already finished.